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3 Comments

  1. Chris you’re closer to DC than I am, I’m about 8-9 hours away so I don’t have any plans on participating, but I might be able help sponser someone who is going to be there if you know of anyone!

  2. Will you be participating? I’m not too far from DC (about a 5 hour drive), and I’d like to do something. Maybe we as a blogging community can contribute somehow. Interested?

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